It's not hate, it's reality. It's my merry dose of sunshine on an LCD lit room. ;)

The true measure of any person is how well he or she will handle things when the power goes out. That's my controversial statement for now with relation to yo bro gamers trying to be MLG and things like that. Oh, and, long live Sidestrafe.

Uh, the spam was very peculiar, yes, but I'll have a laugh and move along. New friends of mine have to possess a better grasp of English grammar as well as proper use of carriage returns. Halifax, huh? A few time zones in the future from my usual turf in the foothills of the Rockies aka Calgary, but all that is on…

It requires people with working microphones who are willing to chat with one another. It is janky, but hey it is a mod.

Alright, no swords for you unless the zombies are around. Focus must be maintained on life guard duty!

We can just say it, not shout it. Sip the caraway scented liqueur and enjoy the festivities. Still caught up in the Yule time traditions, I guess.

Put a sword in my hand and I feel safe when facing most things. And a train across the English countryside, staring out at a chalk figure carved into a hill while tea service comes along, that's not for idiots, that's for civilised people. But I suspect I can handle a boat ride beyond a tour of canals or a ferry to…

Cheers, and to the old days as I sit in an old country next to the old countries of my families. Vacations are splendid. And boat? I prefer train. Boats are nice, but best when decorated by shields belonging to the oarsmen. Ha!

Well, Hank had to be wrong, because he called it soccer, and if it was. Folk tale about Europeans, he would have had to mention how it was called Football. ;)

Well, you mentioned the Sabbath, thus invoking a tradition beyond that of the Puritan settlers who landed in the Americas. L'chaim! I hope I got that right. I normally shout skäl while thinking about which old Norse necklace I have on. :)

Vodka IS good for you! Resistance is pointless. And flying is overrated in comparison.

It might be. I just call it mythical. But my European adventures versus my North American adventures and life certainly make some things seem very different, and attitudes toward alcohol and age are part of that.

Well adult wise, sure, but you know one crazed parent somewhere will launch a campaignif they'd any trace of alcohol. So your learning is pretty good, but, yeah, parents. You know. They freak for no reason.

You have to lie in the modern world, I mean, prohibition times and all of the so called morality of small groups who have loud voices, yeah, sometimes leaving out details or lying a bit makes it easier to have fine French food. After all, remember the whole backlash against France and the Freedom fries debacle? Yeah,…

Well, maybe not the chefs, er, cooks, at a local restaurant, but the famous ones, they know. Oh how they know. ;) *hic*

'Alcohol cooks and burns away from a dish' is a lie Europran chefs brought to America to ensure children get their tiny doses of spirits as they would in the old countries.

Move back, move back, move back. Proper biscuits and chocolate await your marauding ways.

Move back, yes, move move move. Nothing against America, but my happiest recent memories are all of visiting Europe, especially being along the south coast of England.

Per my sister and brother in law currently in Sweden, reindeer is priced like beef. Nice cuts can get expensive, but it's cheap to get lesser cuts for stewing or grinding up. My sure where the shops get it from, but they've purchased medallions a few times. I'd suspect that being December, maybe those that don't make…

Pass! Not because of the food, I've had some of items on the list while travelling and I've been pleased. Blood anything can be delicious (black pudding is a proper part of a full English breakfast) and reindeer/elk and other animals like that are great.